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  A smirk danced on Dirty Black’s lips. “I like your style, so I’ll tell you what I’ma do for you.” He paused to light up his blunt. “I’m going to let you work for me for a whole year for free.”

  “Damn? A whole year?” Kendu echoed.

  “Listen, I’m trying to help you out. The choice is yours,” Dirty Black said nonchalantly. “Take it or leave it.”

  “What I gotta do?”

  “Whatever needs to be done,” Dirty Black answered quickly. “You owe me, so you can either pay with your life or by working for me for a year. What’s it going to be?”

  “Give me a day or two to sleep on it,” Kendu said.

  “You got twenty-four hours to get back to me, fam.” Dirty Black chuckled as he walked off, leaving Kendu standing there looking confused.

  Perry sat upstairs in the club in his office counting money. He had a hard time trying to focus, because the only thing on his mind was Diamond, he loved how she carried herself. It was just something about her. Perry didn’t know how, but he planned on stealing her away from her husband. He felt that if anybody deserved her, it was him.

  His office phone grabbed his attention. “Hello,” he answered.

  “Yeah, it’s this chick down here talking about she needs to speak with you, and she said it’s important,” the manager told him.

  “A’ight, I’ll be right down.” After Perry hung up the phone, he grabbed the bottle of Ciroc that sat at the end of his desk and poured himself a quick shot and downed it. “I’m ready to go home,” he said out loud, and headed downstairs.

  Perry’s face lit up when he reached the bottom of the steps and saw Diamond sitting at the end of the bar patiently waiting for him. “I hope I didn’t have you waiting too long,” he said in his sexiest voice.

  “No, I wasn’t waiting that long.” Diamond smiled as she quickly gave him the once-over.

  “What can I do for you?” Perry asked, placing both of his hands in the pockets of his slacks, a smile on his face.

  “I’m here for the job.” Diamond hated that she had to get a job, but for Kendu, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do.

  “Let’s go up to my office so we can talk.”

  Perry led the way up the steps, and Diamond followed him to his office.

  Perry sat down behind his desk and poured two shots of Ciroc. “So why didn’t you call me?”

  “I had to throw your card away.” Diamond accepted the drink he handed her. “If my husband found another man’s card in my possession, he would kill me.”

  Perry chuckled. “I understand,” he said, just happy that she was sitting in front of him at this very moment.

  “So what you gon’ have me doing up in this joint?” Diamond asked, looking around. “I ain’t cleaning no toilets or no dumb shit like that, I’m telling you that now.”

  “Nah.” Perry smiled. “You can work the bar if you like. That’s really the only thing I’ll have you doing up in here. You are way too beautiful to be working too hard up in here.”

  “That’s nice and all that, but I got problems, so I gotta do what I gotta do.”

  “I understand.” Perry downed his shot. “So when can you start?”

  “Shit, tonight, if you need me to.” Diamond laughed, but she was dead serious.

  Perry smirked. “Tomorrow night will be fine.”

  “Okay, thanks. I appreciate everything you are doing for me.”

  “It’s nothing,” Perry said, looking at Diamond’s titties on the low. They were sitting right there staring at him.

  “Okay, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Diamond said, as she stood up to leave.

  “Let me walk you to your car.” Perry stood up. He grabbed Diamond’s waist as he led her back down the steps, treating her like, if he let her go, she would break.

  They reached the parking lot, and Diamond quickly removed her keys from her purse. “Thanks for everything.”

  “If you ever want to talk about your problem that you have, feel free. I’m always available, if ever you want to talk about it.”

  “I’ll be all right, but thanks for being concerned.” Diamond smiled as she slid behind the wheel of her whip. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “See you tomorrow,” Perry said, looking at his watch. “Matter of fact, I have to run to the crib and take care of something myself.” He waved bye and walked off to the other side of the parking lot and slid in his Range Rover.

  Diamond pulled up to her home and saw Kendu’s car in the driveway. She stepped in the crib and saw him sitting at the kitchen table. “Hey, baby.”

  “Where the fuck you been at?” Kendu growled.

  “I was out with my friend Tiffany.” Diamond was scared to tell him she went out and got a job to help him out.

  “Why the fuck you ain’t never home no more?”

  “Well, I ain’t gon’ just sit up in the house all day while you out all day and night,” she said, flipping the script on him. “You must got me fucked up.”

  “Watch your mouth!” Kendu warned with a point of his finger.

  “Sorry, daddy,” she said in apology. “Did you come up with a plan yet?”

  “Not yet, but I’m working on something, as we speak.”

  “Are you going to let me know what it is?” Diamond asked as she heard a light knock at the door.

  “That’s Deuce.” Kendu got up and answered the door.

  “What’s good, five?” Deuce said, giving Kendu a pound. “Hey, Diamond. How you feeling?”

  “Hey, Deuce. I’m good.” Diamond kissed Kendu on the lips. “I’ma go upstairs so y’all can talk.” She turned and trotted up the steps.

  Deuce helped himself to a seat at the kitchen table. “So what’s popping?”

  “Dirty Black told me if I couldn’t pay him, I could work for him for free for a whole year,” Kendu told him, waiting for a response.

  “Damn! A whole year?”

  “A whole year.”

  “You gon’ do it?”

  “I don’t really have a choice,” Kendu said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It’s either that or get killed.”

  “Anything you need me to do?” Deuce asked.

  “All I need you to do is go hard out here in the streets and make sure Spider and the rest of them niggas get that money.”

  “I got you. You just make sure you be careful. Dirty Black is a dirty muthafucka!”

  Kendu smirked. “Yeah, I know.”

  Perry entered his home and made a beeline for his bedroom. He went straight to his closet and grabbed his all-blue mechanic suit, put it on over his outfit, and quickly headed down to the basement. In the basement sat a dark-skinned woman tied to a chair laying on its side. She had rocked back and forth so much in the chair, trying to escape, she had tipped the chair over on its side.

  “I see someone has been being a bad girl,” Perry said, a menacing smile on his face as he slipped his fingers in the latex gloves.

  The woman tried to speak, but all that came out was muffled moans, due to the duct tape covering her mouth.

  “I see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” Perry grabbed the iron and plugged it into the socket. “One you won’t forget.”

  The woman’s eyes got as big as fifty-cent pieces as she struggled to get free, but it was no use. Perry watched the woman try her hardest to get free for fifteen minutes before he made his move.

  The first thing he did was rip the her blouse straight off her back. He then grabbed the iron off the table and made his way toward her. “Is it hot in here, or is it me?” He laughed at his own joke like it was the funniest shit he’d ever heard.

  “Now this is going to hurt a little bit,” he whispered. Then he pressed the iron on the woman’s stomach for about four seconds.

  The smell of burning flesh attacked his nostrils as he watched the skin from her stomach get stuck to the iron.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Perry pressed the iron on the woman’s stomach once again, this tim
e on the other side.

  “Let’s try the legs next,” he said, smashing the iron down on the woman’s leg. Then he worked his way on to the other leg, then the arms, then her back.

  Perry then pressed the steaming hot iron on the woman’s face and held it there. He listened to the flesh sizzle on the hot iron as he held it down on her face. After holding the iron down for over a minute, he removed it, along with half of the woman’s face.

  He then removed his razor from his pocket and went to work on what was left of her face. “You dirty-ass bitch!” he growled, slicing the woman’s throat.

  Kendu reached the location where Dirty Black and his crew hung out at and knocked on the door.

  Seconds later some ugly black nigga answered the door. “Fuck you want?” he asked, a frown on his face.

  “I’m here to see Dirty Black,” Kendu replied, not in the mood to play around with the ugly man.

  The ugly guy looked Kendu up and down. “Nah, fam. Ain’t no Dirty Black here.” The ugly guy tried to close the door.

  But Kendu stuck his foot inside before it closed. “Yo’, I don’t got time to be playing. Tell that nigga Dirty Black that Kendu is out here to see him!”

  The ugly guy looked at Kendu like he was crazy and swung on him, punching him on the side of his head. Kendu took the punch well and fired back with a quick two-piece. The two then went blow for blow, each one taking the next man’s best punch.

  “Yo’, these niggas out in the hallway getting busy!” a young shooter announced, causing everybody to run in the hallway and watch the fight.

  Dirty Black and the rest of his crew quickly rushed out into the hallway in time to see Kendu catch the ugly guy with one last punch before he dropped low and scooped his legs from up under him, then dumped him on his head, causing them to erupt in a loud “Ooooooooooh!”

  “Yo’, go break that shit up.” Dirty Black nodded at Amazon.

  Amazon got in between the two men and separated them with ease. “Y’all niggas chill the fuck out!” he boomed.

  “I’ma kill you, muthafucka!” the ugly guy yelled, knowing Kendu got the better of him.

  “Yo’, chill the fuck out,” Dirty Black said to the ugly guy. He walked over to Kendu and draped his arm over his shoulder. “I like how you handled that back there.”

  “I’m just here to get to business,” Kendu stated plainly.

  “Follow me,” Dirty Black said with a smirk on his face.

  Dirty Black knew he was getting over on Kendu, because the man was in a bind, and Dirty Black knew his crew was too strong for him to be touched. He sat behind his desk with a smile on his face.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing.” Dirty Black scribbled something down on a piece of paper and slid it to Kendu.

  “What’s this?”

  “Some clown named Gansta Tone just got out of jail and call himself taking back his old block, which happens to belong to me now.” Dirty Black paused. “I need you to get this muthafucka the fuck up off my corner, and I need you to do it quickly.”

  “A’ight, I got you,” Kendu said as he stood up to leave.

  “You need a ratchet?”

  “Nah, I got heat,” Kendu replied as he made his exit.

  “Holla at me when that’s done.” Dirty Black watched Kendu make his exit. He knew Gansta Tone didn’t play, so this job was a test to see exactly what Kendu was made of. If he failed, then that would cost him his life, and if he passed, he just lived another day to complete another mission.

  Chapter 7

  Diamond entered the empty club and immediately spotted Perry, talking to a few employees.. She knew she had no business working in the nightclub, but her husband’s life depended on it, or at least she thought it did.

  “Hey, what’s up?” Perry asked with a smile on his face.

  “Ready to get to work,” Diamond replied, looking around.

  “Good. ’Cause it’s going to be packed up in here tonight.”

  “So what you need me to do?”

  “Basically take orders at the bar. If you need any help, Monica will help you.” He nodded over at the light-skinned woman who stood behind the bar. “Just relax. You’re gonna do fine.”

  “Okay, no problem,” Diamond said as she walked over and joined Monica behind the bar. She didn’t have a clue, but she planned on doing the best she could.

  Kendu cruised past the block that Gansta Tone was supposed to be on. Immediately he spotted the Spanish man with long braids that came down to the middle of his back. Gansta Tone stood on the block with a few of his workers, and just by looking at him Kendu could tell that the man didn’t play no games, and was about his business. The way his team flocked around him told Kendu that Gansta Tone was a powerful man. This job wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought it would be.

  Kendu parked his car about a block away from where Gansta Tone and his crew stood. He quickly loaded his .45 and tossed his hood on the top of his head as he slid out of his car.

  Gansta Tone sat, leaned up against his Escalade, talking to his workers, when he noticed a man wearing a hoody walking swiftly in their direction. “Yo’, who this right here?” he asked, his hand immediately sliding to his waistline.

  Kendu noticed how Gansta Tone and his crew tensed up as he approached. “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath as he walked past Gansta Tone and his crew and headed inside the building. “Fuck it!” he said to himself. He would just have to wait until Tone and his crew came into the building.

  Two hours later Kendu saw Tone finally making his way towards the building. “About fuckin’ time.” He pulled out his .45 and waited.

  “Yo’, I’ll be right back,” Tone said as he headed towards his building. “I gotta go upstairs and finish bagging up. Y’all niggas, hold it down out here until I get back.”

  Tone reached his building and popped open the door. He entered the building, and before he could turn the corner, he saw the barrel of a .45 in his face.

  “What the fuck!?” Gansta Tone growled before he saw the muzzle on the gun flash and heard a loud BOOM!

  Kendu watched Tone’s body drop to the ground as blood and brains splattered all over the mailbox and wall. As soon as Tone’s body hit the ground, he exited the building, running full speed. Next thing you know, he heard gunshots ringing out. He looked up and saw Gansta Tone’s crew shooting at him. He immediately returned fire before hopping over the fence and making his getaway on foot, leaving the stolen car he’d come in.

  “Thanks, girl for helping me out tonight,” Diamond said. The night ended up being harder than she expected.

  “Don’t mention it, girl,” Monica replied. “I think you did pretty good for your first day.”

  “Yeah, give me about a week, and I’ll have this whole thing mapped out.” Diamond grabbed her jacket as she got ready to leave.

  “Okay, girl, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  As soon as Diamond stepped foot in the parking lot, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly turned around and grabbed her heart in relief when she saw it was only Perry. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. You scared the shit outta me,” she said with a smile.

  “My bad. You know I gotta make sure you get to your car safe,” he said. “So how did you like your first day?”

  “It was cool. My feet hurt.”

  “Well, maybe you should let me rub them one day.” Perry stepped in way closer than he needed to be.

  “That’s why I have a husband,” Diamond replied with a smirk. She hopped behind the wheel of her car. “See you tomorrow.” She waved as she pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Perry standing there.

  Perry stood in the parking lot and watched Diamond pull off. His patience was running thin. He had to have Diamond and soon. It was just something about her that made her different from all the other arrogant women that he’d killed for no reason. Perry knew he had a sick problem, but for some strange reason he felt that she might be the one to help him with it. He just
felt, with Diamond on his side, nothing else mattered.

  Diamond pulled into her driveway and quickly exited her vehicle and headed inside the house. She was tired, and just wanted to hop in the shower and go straight to sleep. She walked in the door and was startled when she saw Kendu sitting at the table with blood on his shirt.

  “Oh my God! Baby, are you all right?” She rushed over to Kendu’s side.

  “Bitch, where the fuck you been at all night?” Kendu barked. “It’s muthafuckin’ four o’clock in the morning.”

  Diamond said the first thing that came to her mind. “I—I—I was at the club.”

  Kendu quickly shot up from his seat and forcefully grabbed her throat and pushed her backwards until her back hit the wall. “Don’t fuckin’ play with me!” He growled. “You don’t even have on your club clothes, so where the fuck you been? And don’t lie!”

  “Get your fuckin’ hands off of me!” Diamond struggled to loosen up his grip. “Muthafucka, when you coming up in here at muthafuckin’ five o‘clock in the morning, do I fuckin’ question you to death? NO! So get your fuckin’ hands off of me!”

  Kendu looked dead in Diamond’s face, smirked, then went out the door.

  Immediately Diamond followed him to the door. “Yeah, that’s right. Go run to your other bitches. You dirty muthafucka, this marriage is over! You never loved me in the first place!” she screamed, standing in the doorway. “You go run over those other bitches, not me!” she yelled as she slammed the door.

  “Dirty-dick muthafucka!” She slouched down to the floor and put her knees in her chest and just cried. All she wanted to do was help her husband. She didn’t understand why he talked to or treated her the way he did. After a while, Diamond got up, went upstairs, and just cried for the rest of the night.

  Carmen looked through her peephole and saw Kendu standing on the other side of the door, she immediately opened the door and stepped to the side so he could enter. “Hey, baby. Everything all right?” Carmen kissed Kendu on the lips.